“Guess I must,” Derek says with a laugh. “Shifting takes up a lot of energy. I’m always starving afterward.”

He knows exactly which burger place Bitty is referring to, and Derek tosses a jovial arm around his shoulders, pulling him for a brief squeeze before letting go. It’s just been such a good day, and he can only hope that it was of some help to Bitty. He deserves to be happy. “Come on, lunch is on me.”